Drifting Along

Folder: 
Heart of Love

I left home one summer
Carring my weakness in my hands,
My feet grew fond of every journey,
As i held my face high above the sea i faced nothing but sorrow,
From that day my future slipped away,
I ploughed my tears in every piece of land,
For that i traded my death for another day,
For one could taste for one could never want onother,
But beneath my luck nothing was a success,
No rain felled and all my seeds were ripped from the ground,
A promiscuous soul lay low from the ground and death blooms from its blood.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

An empty heart reveals nothing but sorrow.

View gavin_sebake's Full Portfolio
tags:
allets's picture

Sorrow

Sorrow is

born of failed attempts

and loss, too much time 

woolgathering, to much

lollygagging.

.

Happiness is no joke,

it requires energy invested

in the lack of fear to be

designated foolish.

.

Emptiness is self-induced

in a world filled to overflowing

with possibiliy.

.

slc

 


 

 

Gavin_Sebake's picture

Beautiful

Beautiful! Thank you for sharing


Gavin Tequita Sebake